Part 2
Isuzu and Muse paid for the use of the public bath. At the same time, Latifa had just rinsed herself with cold water, sneezing. Meanwhile, however…
Moffle, Macaron and Tiramie were enjoying a luxurious massage at a spa.
“Ah— So… gooooood… That hits the spot, fumo.”
“Yeah…put more force into it… More…yeah, that’s it, ron.”
“Hey auntie, I like your style, mi. Let’s exchange numbers!”
Said the three mascots, who moaned in pleasure on the massage table.
Including the 2,500 yen basic fee, the cost for the massage amounted up to 7,000 yen. That was an absurd amount even for an above-average salary man.
“Hey, stop it~ Don’t tease me like that!”
The woman massaging Tiramie’s back blushed and smiled. Her act was certainly spectacular, as good as one of those deceptive weight-loss product commercials on TV.
“Hey, I’m serious, mi. Give me your mail address. LINE is fine too.”
“Be careful of this guy, ron. He’s a playboy.”
“He’s right, fumo. You don’t want to lose your family, do you?”
Said the three of them, who in turn burst out laughing.
Unfortunately, the woman already had a husband, and two kids in high school. Although she had no interest in having any sort of relationship with Tiramie, she still appeared to be pleased with his flattery. The other masseuses laughed along with them and left the room.
“…Aw yeah, that was great, ron. What’s next?”
“Mm, the sauna and massage was awesome, fumo. Now, let’s have some…”
“Beer and yakiniku, mi! Kalbi! Kalbi!”
“Kalbi! Kalbi!”
“Kalbi! Kalbi!”
The three of them shouted “LET’S GO!!”, and headed for the classy yakiniku bar located within the spa.
By the way, the reason the mascots could afford all this was thanks to the Satsuki Sho horse racing event. Tiramie gathered the information, Macaron did the analysis and Moffle provided the capital. The details of their stunt shall be omitted, but to say the three of them had evenly split their roles would be apt. And because of that, the insane 300-yen-a-piece kalbi was no longer a problem for their wallets.
“I’m so glad to be alive, ron. I haven’t had food like this in ages!” exclaimed Macaron as he gulped down his beer.
“I won’t deny that this is fun, but I can’t help but feel a little guilty for indulging in this, fumo.”
“Mi? Why?”
“Because of Amaburi’s funds, fumo. I heard that we’re taking huge losses due to the events in March.” Moffle lamented this, as if taking partial responsibility for the situation that the park was facing.
“What’re you saying, Moffle? Now’s not the time to worry about work, ron.”
“Anyway, let’s dig in, mi!”
“I guess you’re right, fumo.”
And so with renewed spirits, the three mascots clinked their beer glasses together and enjoyed the kalbi to the bottom of their hearts, all without sparing consideration for Latifa, Isuzu, Muse and the other cast members who were suffering.
“Ah— This is the best, mi!”
“Aw, yeah! Ron!”
Part 2
Isuzu and Muse paid for the use of the public bath. At the same time, Latifa had just rinsed herself with cold water, sneezing. Meanwhile, however…
Moffle, Macaron and Tiramie were enjoying a luxurious massage at a spa.
“Ah— So… gooooood… That hits the spot, fumo.”
“Yeah…put more force into it… More…yeah, that’s it, ron.”
“Hey auntie, I like your style, mi. Let’s exchange numbers!”
Said the three mascots, who moaned in pleasure on the massage table.
Including the 2,500 yen basic fee, the cost for the massage amounted up to 7,000 yen. That was an absurd amount even for an above-average salary man.
“Hey, stop it~ Don’t tease me like that!”
The woman massaging Tiramie’s back blushed and smiled. Her act was certainly spectacular, as good as one of those deceptive weight-loss product commercials on TV.
“Hey, I’m serious, mi. Give me your mail address. LINE is fine too.”
“Be careful of this guy, ron. He’s a playboy.”
“He’s right, fumo. You don’t want to lose your family, do you?”
Said the three of them, who in turn burst out laughing.
Unfortunately, the woman already had a husband, and two kids in high school. Although she had no interest in having any sort of relationship with Tiramie, she still appeared to be pleased with his flattery. The other masseuses laughed along with them and left the room.
“…Aw yeah, that was great, ron. What’s next?”
“Mm, the sauna and massage was awesome, fumo. Now, let’s have some…”
“Beer and yakiniku, mi! Kalbi! Kalbi!”
“Kalbi! Kalbi!”
“Kalbi! Kalbi!”
The three of them shouted “LET’S GO!!”, and headed for the classy yakiniku bar located within the spa.
By the way, the reason the mascots could afford all this was thanks to the Satsuki Sho horse racing event. Tiramie gathered the information, Macaron did the analysis and Moffle provided the capital. The details of their stunt shall be omitted, but to say the three of them had evenly split their roles would be apt. And because of that, the insane 300-yen-a-piece kalbi was no longer a problem for their wallets.
“I’m so glad to be alive, ron. I haven’t had food like this in ages!” exclaimed Macaron as he gulped down his beer.
“I won’t deny that this is fun, but I can’t help but feel a little guilty for indulging in this, fumo.”
“Mi? Why?”
“Because of Amaburi’s funds, fumo. I heard that we’re taking huge losses due to the events in March.” Moffle lamented this, as if taking partial responsibility for the situation that the park was facing.
“What’re you saying, Moffle? Now’s not the time to worry about work, ron.”
“Anyway, let’s dig in, mi!”
“I guess you’re right, fumo.”
And so with renewed spirits, the three mascots clinked their beer glasses together and enjoyed the kalbi to the bottom of their hearts, all without sparing consideration for Latifa, Isuzu, Muse and the other cast members who were suffering.
“Ah— This is the best, mi!”
“Aw, yeah! Ron!”
